Marriage at first thought: the black-bellied president is super painful

Chapter 2894: There are not many men like this anymore. Extra 456

It was not unusual to see Gu Hanye at this party. After all, Chen Hua's boyfriend had many connections.

Gu Hanye didn't come alone, he also brought his beautiful wife, Jiu Yao.

The two of them walked under the gorgeous crystal lamp, just like the prince and princess in the fairy tale walking into reality, it was so eye-catching.

Speaking of which, Ye Jialan was surprised and envious when she first heard about how the two of them got married.

They ignore secular rules and other people's opinions, freely choose the person they want, and then live together openly.

And this is what Ye Jialan envies most.

How she wished that she and Qin Beichuan could be like Gu Hanye and Jiu Yao, holding hands and showing affection generously, regardless of what others said.

Unfortunately, she had too many worries. She was always worried that being with him would ruin his reputation and hinder his career.

After all, her situation is different from Jiu Yao's.

Jiu Yao and Gu Hanye initially only had a contractual relationship to help each other, and it was a formal marriage.

They are not familiar with each other, and there are not so many entanglements and psychological burdens. Getting married is just about getting what they need.

Ye Jialan is different. She loves Qin Beichuan and cannot only consider her own needs...

Thinking about these things, Ye Jialan sighed secretly and became depressed.

She took a glass of champagne from the waiter's plate and drank it alone.

The conversation among the female guests next to them still revolved around Gu Hanye.

They were probably all friends invited by Chen Hua. While they were infatuated with Mr. Gu, they also laughed in a low voice at the man next to Mr. Gu, Chen Hua's boyfriend Liu Furen.

One said: "If you compare goods, you have to throw them away. If you compare people with others, you will die. Look, Liu Furen looks like a short winter melon standing next to Gu Hanye!"

The other one curled his lips, "I wonder what Chen Hua likes about that short winter melon!"

"What else could it be? Of course it's because Mr. Liu is rich."

"No matter how rich I am, I don't want this short winter melon."

Another girl said, don't just look at appearance, Mr. Liu is not only rich, but also a kind and righteous person.

When Chen Hua was in a car accident and her face was almost disfigured, Mr. Liu still stayed by her bedside, helping her recover, hiring the best doctors to repair her appearance, and doing almost everything. All hands-on.Such men are rare.

If you really meet such a man, you will get married, no matter how tall or short the winter melon is.

As for that kind of handsome and affectionate man, they are too rare in the world, so don't expect too much.

Ye Jialan listened to these words passively, all she could think about was Qin Beichuan.

Ye Jialan thinks Qin Beichuan is a handsome and affectionate man.

When she was down and out, others bullied her and trampled on her, but only Qin Beichuan gave her a hand.

When she transformed into a swan, men began to pursue her again. They were obsessed with her hot figure and beautiful appearance. They talked sweetly, ran rampant, and threw a lot of money at her.

Qin Beichuan respected her even more. In order to protect her, he even became enemies and offended his colleagues.

She knew Qin Beichuan was good.

So she would rather break up than drag Qin Beichuan down selfishly.

I just hope it doesn’t come to the point of breaking up...

Thinking about these things, Ye Jialan's mood became even lower.

She drank champagne in sips. The alcohol content of the champagne was not high, and her ability to drink was not bad, but she didn't know if it was because everyone got drunk without being drunk. She felt a little dizzy after just one glass.

When the music sounded, the surrounding guests walked onto the dance floor in pairs and danced an elegant pas de deux. Ye Jialan watched them spin as if she was spinning with them.

She pressed her temples tiredly and left the dance floor, planning to go to the rest area to rest for a while.

But before she had taken two steps, someone suddenly grabbed her waist, and then she fell into a generous embrace.

A male voice whispered in my ear: "This is Miss Ye's favorite song. Wouldn't it be a pity to leave without dancing?"